Feng Tutu coughed up a mouthful of blood and smiled sadly, "Don't mind us, you go first. When the Young Master returns..."
Wu Dao, a burly man, was completely broken by Feng Tutu's words.
"We Four Great Impermanent Ones will die together. If Xiao Jiu isn't here, none of you are allowed to die."
Wu Dao shed tears.
"We probably won't be able to serve the Young Master anymore..."
Blood Hand murmured in a low voice, his gaze starting to blur.
"You are not allowed to die, none of you are allowed to die!"
Wu Dao roared, his power chaotic and violent, and he rushed directly towards Changsun Ji, who was fiercely fighting Nangong Chaoxi.
"Die, die, die, all of you Changsun family members deserve to die!"
Wu Dao went berserk, unleashing the power of the Foundation Establishment realm, though his cultivation was extremely unstable.
Bang bang bang—
He threw several punches at Changsun Ji, each one with all his might!
Ugh!!
Changsun Ji's protective true qi was cracked by Wu Dao's fists, and he couldn't help but grunt.
Changsun Ji waved his large hand and struck out at the berserk Wu Dao with a palm!
Wu Dao's eyes were fierce, his crimson pupils filled with boundless hatred. He did not evade Changsun Ji's palm and took it head-on.
At the same time, Wu Dao's fist struck Changsun Ji's chest.
Changsun Ji's face turned red, and he stumbled back half a step, a vicious glint flashing in his eyes.
At this moment, Nangong Chaoxi flashed over and directly forced Changsun Ji back.
He did not intend to fight Changsun Ji to the death, but merely to force him back and protect the Wujian Prison.
After Changsun Ji retreated a few steps, he looked at Nangong Chaoxi coldly, "Nangong Chaoxi, my elder brother will return to the capital tomorrow. Then, let's see what you can do!"
Changsun Ji's voice was extremely cold, and then he said to the other three, "Let's go!"
With that, the four prepared to leave.
"None of you are getting out of here!"
Wu Dao's eyes were bloodshot, somewhat losing his mind, and he madly charged towards Changsun Ji!
Changsun Ji narrowed his eyes and met Wu Dao's punch.
Pfft!
Wu Dao was severely injured by Changsun Ji.
Changsun Ji was a peak Foundation Establishment realm expert, while he had only just entered Foundation Establishment, and his cultivation was unstable. He was no match for him at all.
After one move, Changsun Ji prepared to strike again.
Wu Dao had stepped into Foundation Establishment, posing a threat to the Changsun family. This was the best time to kill him.
"Senior Changsun Ji."
Suddenly, another person appeared and walked towards them.
"Senior Changsun Ji, perhaps, for the sake of this junior, we can call it a day?"
The man was none other than Mu Yumo, who had attended the Supreme Alliance branch ceremony that day.
Changsun Ji did not recognize Mu Yumo, but his expression changed slightly when he saw the wooden flute in Mu Yumo's hand.
"Could it be that people from the Heavenly Sound Realm are also interfering in this matter?" Changsun Ji gazed at Mu Yumo.
Although the other party's cultivation was not as good as his, Mu Yumo's identity made him somewhat wary!
The Heavenly Sound Realm was an ancient sect, and an extremely low-key yet powerful one.
Mu Yumo lightly tapped the wooden flute in his hand and chuckled, "It can't be helped, our Heavenly Sound Realm owes the Wujian Prison a favor, and we always have to repay it."
With that, Mu Yumo made a gesture of invitation, "Senior Changsun Ji, please return!"
Changsun Ji snorted, "I, Changsun Ji, have noted today's events. When my elder brother returns, I will surely seek an explanation!"
With that, Changsun Ji led his men away.
After Changsun Ji left, Mu Yumo withdrew the smile from his lips and looked at the severely injured Blood Hand apologetically, "I'm sorry, everyone. I'm a little late!"
"Now that this matter is settled, this old beggar should also leave!"
With that, Nangong Chaoxi left.
"Wu Dao, Blood Hand is about to die..."
Feng Tutu cried uncontrollably.
Wu Dao finally calmed down, picked up Blood Hand, and returned to the Wujian Prison.
Mu Yumo followed.
"Blood Hand, hold on. As long as the Young Master returns, he can save your life."
Wu Dao placed Blood Hand on the bed and infused his spiritual energy into him, sustaining his life force.
Blood Hand had fallen into a coma.
Wu Dao discovered that his spiritual energy could not even enter Blood Hand's body.
"Blood Hand, you must hold on!" Wu Dao's voice trembled. "We four promised to die together. You can't break your promise. Wake up..."
Feng Tutu cried uncontrollably.
"Blood Hand, aren't you supposed to be tough? You damn bastard, wake up!"
"Wake up, wake up..."
Mu Yumo sighed softly and whispered, "My condolences."
"Nonsense, Blood Hand is not dead!"
Wu Dao glared at Mu Yumo, his face contorted.
Feng Tutu burst into tears.
The vast Wujian Prison was enveloped in an atmosphere of grief.
Mu Qi and the others knelt outside the door, tears streaming down their faces.
Their strength against the elders of the Changsun family would only lead to their deaths. Feng Tutu and Blood Hand would never let them fight.
"Wujian Prison and the Changsun family are mortal enemies!"
Mu Qi's eyes were red with tears. When he first came to Wujian Prison, Blood Hand had taken special care of him.
Two years later.
A white lantern was hung at the entrance of Wujian Prison.
Tang Zhuozhuo learned that the elders of the Changsun family had besieged the Wujian Prison and rushed over immediately.
Looking at Blood Hand lying on the bed, with no breath left, her eyes also turned red. "How could this happen? Blood Hand..."
Tang Zhuozhuo couldn't finish her sentence, her pretty face filled with coldness.
"Changsun family... My Tang family is irreconcilable with you!"
At the same time, the news of Blood Hand's death at the hands of the Changsun family elders quickly spread throughout the capital.
"Haha, it's truly exhilarating! The elders of the Changsun family are finally back, and now someone will deal with Ye Kunlun!"
In the Huang family, Huang Huahu laughed heartily.
Besides the Huang family, several families and forces that had offended Ye Kunlun were also overjoyed.
They secretly prayed that the Changsun family would take this opportunity to destroy Wujian Prison.
Changsun family.
Changsun Changkong felt a sliver of satisfaction upon learning that Blood Hand had been killed.
But thinking that Ye Kunlun was still alive, he couldn't help but worry.
"Changkong, there's no need to worry. It's just Ye Kunlun." Changsun Ji knew what Changsun Changkong was worried about.
Changsun Changkong quickly poured tea for Changsun Ji, "Fourth Ancestor, Ye Kunlun is indeed a difficult person to deal with."
"No matter how difficult he is, with elder brother's出手, he will surely be able to kill him!" Changsun Ji snorted coldly.
"That's true." Changsun Changkong quickly agreed with a smile.
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Jun Xinglan appeared at Wujian Prison with a grim expression. He had been delayed, otherwise, he would have arrived immediately.
"Brother Blood Hand, I'm sorry!"
Jun Xinglan bowed deeply to Blood Hand, his face filled with grief. "The Supreme Alliance remembers this enmity. The Changsun family will be the common enemy of Wujian Prison and the Supreme Alliance from now on!"
Jun Xinglan gritted his teeth, his voice filled with hatred.
Especially when Ye Kunlun had given him instructions when he left the capital.
As a result, he had failed Ye Kunlun's instructions!
The Wujian Prison was besieged by the elders of the Changsun family, yet he was held back. The Supreme Alliance did not help much.
If he had been able to arrive in time, perhaps Blood Hand would not have died.
Jun Xinglan was filled with self-blame!
The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was like blood.
The pair of white lanterns at the entrance of Wujian Prison were illuminated in red.
Ye Kunlun stood motionless in the distance, gazing at the two lanterns.
In an instant, red light surged, and killing intent filled the air.